my stomach hurts, my nose hurts, my tongue hurts, my throat hurts, my arms hurt, my mouth hurts, my teeth hurt, my head hurts.
you're annoying when you get like that.
i'm so so so tired. everything is a little blurry and kinda in slow-motion.
it wasn't supposed to happen.
i really, really, really don't feel well.
i want to tell you, do you want to know?
i swear bras and beds are the most amazing things ever thought up.
pills sound good now, and sleeping. this fever won't end.